[hider=Meghan Glover] [h3][u][b]Basic Information[/b][/u][/h3] [hr] [img]http://7-themes.com/data_images/out/26/6857056-teen-wallpaper.jpg[/img] [hr] [hr] [b]Name:[/b] [indent]Meghan Dianna Glover (Meg will work.)[/indent] [b]Age:[/b] [indent]17[/indent] [b]Gender:[/b] [indent]Female[/indent] [b]Appearance:[/b] [indent] There’s a sort of innocence that follows Meghan. God knows why it picked this little heathen. But when she narrows her upturned, pale green eyes, scrunches up her freckled nose, and gets that mischievous smirk on her face, shit’s about to hit the fan. Surely it couldn’t be too bad, though? After all, Meghan looks like any other seventeen year old girl in America. She stands at about five foot seven, and weighs a healthy none of your damn business. Her figure sits somewhere between just straight and an hourglass. And while she is in decent shape, she doesn’t have overly visible muscles. So why be afraid of the little girl? … Just take our word on it. When trying to avoid the little bitch, be on the lookout for a woman with a heart shaped face and long chocolate brown hair with caramel highlights. It will likely fall down just past her shoulders. She’s not likely to wear bangs, so her fair will usually be pushed back behind her ears or fall around her face, framing it. She’s got rather clear sun-kissed skin. Why, the only blemish that comes to mind is a small mole at the corner of her mouth. Left side? Yeah, that sounds right. Speaking of which, her lips...the bottom lip is fuller than the top. Tends to stick out in a pout most of the time. As far as clothing goes, she tends to layer up. Usually nothing revealing. Long sleeves, jackets, jeans over shorts/skirts. She usually always dresses up slightly, but remains casual. Nothing too flashy, but still worthy of attention. … But why are we wasting our time even telling you this? She could be anywhere. She could be [i]anyone.[/i] Why...she could even be you! ...or… ...or she could even be me... [/indent] [b]Skills/Talents:[/b] [indent]Growing up, Meghan tried a number of different hobbies and such, trying to find anything that really interested her. Most things didn’t. Sports weren’t her forte, and most crafty activities nearly bored her to sleep. She preferred something a bit more active, but not involving running. She also liked beating things. So when she was introduced to the drums during middle school, it was a match made in heaven. She’d always been pretty good about keeping the rhythm and beat, and she loved dancing, so taking that a step further was pretty natural. With everything said and done, she’s actually pretty good now. Outside of that, she didn’t really get into much skill-wise. And as far as talents go, well, she kind of got shafted there. She’s really flexible, able to twist and contort her body into weird shapes, but that’s not really anything to write home about. There’s also her fairly impressive knack for impressions. After hearing someone speak for a while, she can usually parrot it pretty well. Her ear for cadence and accent is spot on...but it pretty much just amounts to a nifty party-trick. Kind of a bummer, but hey, if you were to want a human pretzel to give Liam Neeson’s speech from Taken as spoken by Christopher Walken, Meg’s your girl. [/indent] [b]Brief Backstory:[/b] [indent]Meghan didn’t really have an interesting early life. She was born and raised in Salem, Oregon by a lawyer and her husband, an air traffic controller. But shortly after Meghan was born, her mother died in a car accident. Her father eventually married a fairly successful real estate agent with a daughter of her own. They couple did alright. As such, Meg never wanted for much. Mommy and Daddy pretty much provided everything. But they were smart enough to avoid showering her in gifts and whatnot. So yeah, while she was a bit spoiled, it really could have been worse. She had friends, she went to school, and quite frankly, the kid didn’t have much else going on. Why, it wasn’t until middle school that she got an actual hobby. Drumming. She on a whim signed up for the marching band, and picked a drum because it looked the most fun. It was. And marching band was alright too. A bit dorky for her tastes, but the people were alright. For a while. But the transition from middle school to high school changed some things. A lot of her friends discovered sex and that was pretty much the end of their musical passions. Meghan wasn’t interested at first, but curiosity eventually wins over us all. Rather than just jump into it, she did some research. Porn. Lots and lots of porn. What started as harmless curiosity turned into an obsession. She consumed an unhealthy amount of the smut, and when that stopped doing anything for her, she moved on to the real thing. She knew the right people to get into some booze-fueled parties, and one night she grabbed the nearest drunken virgin and blew his mind. That little process continued on for a while, and unsurprisingly, word got out about her shenanigans. She was called a whore, a slut, a Jezebel. But that never really bothered her. Hell, if the shoe fit. She was just having fun. Besides, why should guys be the only ones that got to fuck everything in sight and be celebrated? Fuck that noise. If anybody had a problem, they were jealous. At least that’s what she eventually settled on. It got annoying enough for her to quit band even. Not because she couldn’t handle the jackasses, but because she uh...got bored with it. Sure, let’s go with that. But even the strongest among us break eventually. One could only take so much, and when the comments about her promiscuity didn’t get to her, people moved on to her physical appearance. While she was by no means a bad looking girl, when all one hears day in and day out is criticism on one’s appearance, well, it can worm its way into one’s confidence. And teens, well, they can be pretty savage. The constant teasing, it got to her. And after one especially brutal morning, where she was verbally beaten down by some slut named Jane, she broke. She fled to the bathroom, where she spent the rest of the day. Just needed some alone time, y’know? But while she was standing in front of the mirror, cursing herself and wishing that she was anybody else, she got her wish. Her reflection shifted before her eyes. In one moment, she was hideous, whorish Meg. In the next, she was tall, blonde Jane. She thought she had finally cracked. But when she left the bathroom, people greeted her as Jane. It was...bizarre. She found out a little later what was going on. She was Meta-human. While she had no idea where it came from, there was no getting around it. She found that she could fairly accurately reproduce the visage of anyone she had seen before. A nifty trick, but not one she wanted to show the world. Not anytime soon, at least. She kept it quiet and never registered. It was sometime after this that Meghan met some of the people that would become her best friends. Biggs, Gabe, Sanjay, Derek, and Arya. The guys were looking for a drummer for their garage band. She found a shitty little ad they had put online and decided why not give it a try. It was a perfect fit. They didn’t care about her whorish ways. As long as she could keep a beat and not get too wasted, that’s all that mattered. And it kind of helped that they could practice in Meg’s garage most of the time. Her parents were never around and their neighborhood was fairly spread out so it all worked out. Things were groovy...for a while. But Gabe’s drug problem got bad. Like, real bad. And then Derek well...It was just a mess, y’know? After Derek’s passing, Biggs, Meg, Sanjay, and Jordan invited Gabe to show up for practice one day. It was going to be an intervention of sorts. They didn’t get far into it when the gathering was busted up by NEST. Apparently someone had squealed on Biggs about his Meta-humanness. And when they came to his most frequented spot to nab him, they hit a bit of a honey hole. Meg, Sanjay, Gabe, and Arya were all tagged as well. And most of them were dirty in some way. Gabe and Biggs were in the drugs pretty heavily. Sanjay was involved in some shady burglary ring and Arya...well she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And Meg? Well, apparently at some point she had taken to accepting “donations” for her time. She didn’t need the money, but it was nice to have some extra change in her pockets, especially if it was for doing something that he enjoyed and was going to do anyway. And people tended to tip a bit more if they could end up spending the night with practically anybody they wanted. It was a win-win. So with their various less than legal habits behind them, and the terrible crime of being unregistered Meta-humans, they were each given a choice. Do some time, or go to camp. Meghan went to camp. [/indent] [h3][u][b]Power Information[/b][/u][/h3] [INDENT]Super-System (Biological)[/INDENT] [b]Power:[/b] [indent][i]Appearance Mimicry[/i] When it comes to various abilities that meta-humans may have, one may first think of something along the lines of flight or pyrokinesis or superspeed or even invisibility. So how far down that list does one have to get before they find shapeshifting? That’s Meg’s power in all its glory. She can shift her physical form to imitate any person she’s seen before. This will change everything from her height and weight to her skin or hair color. If it’s somebody who she’s been able to observe in person, Meghan can take on a more accurate imitation. If it’s a picture, she can still attempt it, but depending on the quality of the photo and the angle it was taken at, things may seem a little off. [/indent] [b]Limits:[/b] [indent]As stated above, Meg can only imitate actual people she’s seen. So creating an entirely new form is out of the question. So is taking on the shape based on someone’s description or drawing of a person. Furthermore, Meg can not replicate a person’s thoughts, skills, voice, smell, or, should they be meta-human as well, their powers. She can only copy human forms as well, so there’s no dinosaur shenanigans going to happen here. So even bestial meta-humans are safe from the doppelgänger since Meg can’t copy their more feral features. While Meg can copy the appearance down to even the clothing the person is wearing, it’s merely superficial. If she copies someone wearing body armor, it won’t stop a bullet any more than her own hoodie. If they were to have a gun sitting in a holster on their hip, Meg would find it impossible to get the damn thing out of it, let alone fire at anybody. The morphing takes a decent toll on Meg’s stamina, and maintaining the false form is a constant drain on it. The more accurate or detailed she tries to get, the more energy it consumes. And the disguise requires quite a bit of concentration. Knock her out or startle her and the girl slips right back into her tiny frame. [/indent] [b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks:[/b] [indent]Ever hear your mother say to not make a face because it may end up sticking that way? In Meghan’s case, that’s a very real possibility. The more time she spends in another’s form, the harder it is for her to shift back to her natural appearance. It seems as if there’s a bit of an internal counter, ticking down the time she’s in certain forms. The more she uses one, the easier it is to slip into and maintain. But if she goes without using it, she can lose it. At least until she can see the person again. What this pretty much means that should Meg go about masquerading as other people long enough without returning to normal and getting a nice, long look at herself, she risks losing that completely. Spend enough time pretending to be someone else and you’ll forget who you really are.[/indent] [h3][u][b]Relationships[/b][/u][/h3] [b]Family:[/b] [INDENT] Step-Mother: Jasmine Glover Father: Marcus Glover Step-Sister: Jordan Glover[/INDENT] [b]Dynamics:[/b] [indent] [b]Jordan Glover[/b] | [b] Good [/b] | [b][Bandmate/Step-Sister[/b] | [i]“Ollie’s a little nerd. But dammit, she’s my little nerd. I love that girl. So fuck with her and we’re going to have a problem. Capishe?”[/i] | [b]Jude Biggs[/b] | [b] Good [/b] | [b]Bandmate/Friend[/b] | [i]“Scared of the big bad Biggs? Me? Please. He’s my big gay teddy bear. Dude wouldn’t hurt a fly. And he makes an excellent wingman.”[/i] | [b]Gabriel Maloney[/b] | [b] Good[/b] | [b]Bandmate/Friend[/b] | [i]“Gabe’s fun as hell, man. When he’s uh...sober that is. Which isn’t often anymore. Kinda sucks. I wish he’d kick that junk he’s on. I mean, it’s tearing poor Arya apart. She don’t need that. None of us do. And after Derek...” |”[/i] | [b]Sanjay Tamboli[/b] | [b] Good...ish [/b] | [b]Bandmate/Friend[/b] | [i]“Pfft. Jay? He’s alright. Likes to talk big but don’t let him fool ya. Dude ain’t shit. How’s that song go? ‘Two-pump chump and hung like a weasel’? I kinda feel bad for him, really.”[/i]|[/indent] [h3][u][b]Other[/b][/u][/h3] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvRQmsWVKhw[/youtube][/hider]